Ineedareasontoexist, Mexico [Sinuhé Hinojosa]
I make emo spoken word poetry/underground artist buried on my own dirt
Mis últimos poemas
Jueves, Noviembre 26, 2015 - 13:38
Love is destructive
I really don't understand the way you thinkAnd I think I never will.You tell me not to fall in love, butWould it really be so bad?I meanI can fall in love with youYou can fall in love with meAnd we can keep falling for each otherUntil we fell apart.It would be such a perfect mistakeSuch a beautiful tragedyAnd sure, love is a warBut im thinking that maybe we could have some peaceful daysWe don't have to name thisWe can be just two broken souls who find pieces of each other in their counterpart.
Miércoles, Noviembre 18, 2015 - 00:11
Lost on sunday
I finally come to realise my reason for being hereIm not here searching myself, Im looking for the light in this city full of shadows.But I can't seem to find it,as I let it slip away between my fingersSo I just keep walking this empty streets, Blind folded and aloneGuided by a map with no direction, and a compass without a sense of north.As it is expected, I got lost and all I can seem to think about are her words "lose yourself, you will find yourself...But for me they seem useless as I still can't seem to know what I am looking for.So as the coward I am I came back to where I started, heart broken and alone, the same as I was some time ago.And I just keep thinking; maybe Im stuck,and yes, I am stuck, I'm stuck in between how much I feel, and how much I am...I replay this scenario in my head over and over again, and how much could have been better, but instead of doing...But I think i've spent enough time feeling like nothing, too much time wearing myself out, and I dont want to feel...But this loneliness won't leave my head, the fact that at the end of the day I just lay on my bed, with a shit ton of...And I am sorry for being such a mess, but I still hope that you see that I'm trying my best.
Martes, Noviembre 17, 2015 - 23:54
I've been losing sleep for days over thisbut I know that you don't care about itI don't know what is really happening to meI know I'm not depressed because I still have my bright momentsI can make it through the dayBut in the endI still lay in my bedWith a thought of you in my mindAnd a picture of those times when we were closer than ever.I wish I could say all that I feelI wish that I have told you that time when we both connectedWhen you looked me straight into the eyes and you told me you loved meThe stupidest part about this is that I still hope for an answerAnd I keep trying even if it's very unlikely for it to happend.It's sad because I don't know how you feel about this